-^~\Kynine Frythine - Female - Aquakinetic - Lionfish/~^-
Once they had finished dressing, Mike and Kelly came over to sit by me. I was sitting a fetal position, my arms wrapped around my folded-up legs. As they seated themselves, I forced a smile. "So... looks like you guys ended up a bit luckier than I did, eh?"
The large wolf shook his head. "Kyle, it's not what you think. I'm not Mike, I'm Kelly. THAT'S Mike." She pointed to the cat-girl, who was inspecting her claws in a very determined fashion. I blinked, staying silent for several moments. "Then..."
"Of course, we've settled on new names. I'm Mai... Mai Krahm. And Kelly's now Nox." Mai said, still avoiding my eyes. I started to say something, but stopped, as I had to choke back a sob. Nox grabbed me and pulled me close to his chest, smothering my noises in his fur. I cried for a few minutes, sniffled, and then pulled my head out of his soft chest fur.
I settled down between them, wiping my eyes. "Well," I squeaked, in a cracking voice, "At least it's not... too bad, right? I mean... You were never too keen on being a girl, Kelly, and... Well... At least I'm still TALL... And... Well... Mike, you're a cat, and I like cats!" Impulsively, I grabbed her and pulled her over onto my lap, then wrapped my arms around her and squeezed her tight.
Nox bent over to Mai's ear, and whispered "Mood swings..." At this, I glared at him. "I am NOT having mood swings! I just really like cats, is all!" I smiled inanely, absentmindedly stroking Mai's head.
It was then that I noticed that Mai was struggling quite desperately to get free of my grasp. Nox rolled his eyes. "Mai, just because you look like a cat doesn't mean that you have to act like one." This seemed to be the right thing to say, for she abruptly ceased struggling, and turned to me. Our faces couldn't have been more than an inch apart as she said, very shakily, "Kyle, could you, um, let go of me?"
Instantly I let go of her, and she sat back down on the floor, just out of arm's reach. I could feel my cheeks burning, and I hoped no one could tell that I was blushing extravagently. "Sorry... Didn't mean to... You reminded me of..." I decided to shut up, and just sat there, examining my sleeve.
Just then, the membrane door to our cell slid open, and in walked two figures. One, the shorter of the two, was wearing a white robe, and was plainly a peregrine falcon. His wings were torn up from numerous battles, and I wondered if they were still functional.
The second was taller than any of us, and wore a black robe. His hood was up, so all I could see was his snout, which was pitch-black. He had a single, snow-white tooth exposed on his upper left jaw, and I could make out the shape of horns underneath his hood. The one thing that struck me, however, was that he didn't have wings.
"Kharolis, I do not think this wise. They could be more... dangerous than you believe." His voice was silky and smooth, almost feminine, but it also had an underlying tone of menace. I noticed that his tongue was forked, and so he must be a reptile.
Kharolis raised his hand, silencing the black lizard. "Now Arkon, they are our guests. Do not be so unhospitable. If I remember correctly, you were once in their position." Arkon hissed, but stayed silent. Kharolis turned to us, the barest hint of a smile playing upon his face. Out of seemingly nowhere, he produced a large wooden bowl, filled to the brim with purple, pulsating globules. They had little vein-looking things running through them, and were semi-transparent.
Sitting down, he placed the bowl in front of himself, and gestured for us to join him. "Come, you must be hungry. Eat, and then we will discuss matters." We all moved towards the bowl, and one by one, picked up the blobs. I brought one to my nose, sniffed, and then, shrugging, popped it into my mouth.
Well, it was delicious. Its texture was not unlike Jell-o, although the veins were rather crunchy. It tasted fruity, although I couldn't match it to any variety I knew. I ate ravenously, gorging myself on the blobs until, finally full, I fell over backwards and belched, causing myself to giggle. I felt like a blimp.
Looking around, it turned out that several of the others were in a similar state. Kharolis was watching us impassively, apparently waiting for a pause in the activity. Soon the room was silent, save for the occasional gurgling of someone's stomach.
"Now," He said, focusing intently on me (unluckily enough!), "I want to know some things. First, who you all are. Second, What you were doing in the place where we found you, and third, how you managed to take out a whole facility of Oriks on your own."
I pushed myself up, wincing as this caused my stomach to compact. "Well, I'm Kynine *urp* Frythine, and I think you'd better ask him your other two questions." I pointed at the zombie vulture guy, and fell back down again, my hands on my stomach (which was beginning to ache).